Another long one. 1867 American Fenian mash-up of Fitzgerald, McGregor, Lenihan & Croker with the 1690s origins legend greatly expanded:

“POETRY.
Written for The Irish Republic.
Songs of the Old Towns.
NO. II
“GARRYOWEN.”
What Irish man or woman has not heard of “Garryowen?” It is one of the most popular of the Irish airs. It has made the Irish soldier invincible on many a bloody field, with its defiant notes. It has cheered him on the weary march. It has hushed him to sleep in the bivouac, and sent him, in dreams, to wander through the “green fields of holy Ireland.” The Irish soldier in the English pay has forgot his country's wrongs, and fought his tyrant's battles, to the tune of “Garryowen.” The Old Brigade, in charging up the heights at Fontenoy, shouting, “Remember Limerick and English perfidy!” may have swept down those veterans of Lord Hay to the time of “Garryowen.” It may have nerved the sinews and the souls of the men and the women who swept back the invaders from Limerick's “old town wall.” The air is very old, and was sung through the streets of Limerick, according to Crofton Croker*, two hundred years ago by the “bucks” who flourished in the city and county, and who used to make night hideous with their mad riots. When he city of Limerick was first lit with lamps, one hundred and seventy years ago, the old song, now known as “Garryowen,” was then a new song, which took the place of an old one. Scores of armed bucks and squireens, with the boys of the town, used to march through the streets of Limerick, singing and carrying their threats into execution––

“We are the boys that take delight in
Smashing the Limerick lamps when lighting,
Through the streets like sporters fighting,
And tearing all before us, etc.

“We'll break windows, we'll break doors,
The watch knock down by threes and fours;
Then let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker up our bruises,” etc.

It may be safe to infer that the watch retreated in good order before the charge of a couple of hundred drunken, half-armed, and reckless “old town boys,” led on by the bucks. As in “Garryowen,” the watch, even down to our day, always make themselves scarce when a row takes place at night in the streets of our cities. In Fitzgerald and McGregor's “History of Limerick,” it is stated that “the tradesmen formerly marched in grotesque procession on Midsummer's-day, (an old Pagan rite,) and that the day generally ended in a terrible fight between the Garryowen and Thomond Gate boys––two sections of the city.” This latter part of the rite (the fight) was not Pagan, but Christian.

Let us hope that an Irish army, fighting for Ireland's rights, and marching to the air of “Garryowen,” will drive the foe before them again, as our fathers did of old; and that the next time the enemy is driven, it won't be across the Shannon, but across the Channel.

“GARRYOWEN.”. (Same lyrics as Jim Dixon posted above)

The following are the words of the old song. It may be interesting to many of our readers, for the sake of “auld lang syne:”

(Lenihan lyrics follow)”

[Poetry, The Irish Republic (Chicago)**, 10 august 1867]
*See Lighter's T. Crofton Croker post above. Seems a bit of a stretch, but that's just me.

**Founded 1867 by The Fenian Brotherhood. Chicago had the 4th largest Irish population in the States. From 1864-66 some Chicago Fenians declared war on England then invaded Canada & the Dakota Territories, or tried to anyways.

PS: The last Confederate general to surrender in that other rebellion was also the slave owning second principal chief of the Cherokee Nation. There are bad Indians and good Irish and worse individuals.